Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.